Coursing with the vile
I retrain day to day
The sludge of conspirators
Turncoats, full on deceit
Each step weighs a ton
As the heart slaves away
And the arteries flood
With the foul notions I keep
I implore to be skewered
To be firmly wrung dry
To adhere to the wind
And swallowed whole
By tranquil thoughts
I shall not quiver
In the long fall of panic
Uprooted from my skin
Sent tail-spinning
For eternal darkness
For now I must
Brave this grueling siege
Beating back what intrudes
Yearning
To shed away anguish
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